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He
saw
many
hands
held
to
its
warmth
,
hands
without
arms
,
hidden
in
darkness
.
Above
the
hands
,
motionless
faces
that
were
only
moved
and
tossed
and
flickered
with
firelight
.
He
had
n't
known
fire
could
look
this
way
.
He
had
never
thought
in
his
life
that
it
could
give
as
well
as
take
.
Even
its
smell
was
different
.
How
long
he
stood
he
did
not
know
,
but
there
was
a
foolish
and
yet
delicious
sense
of
knowing
himself
as
an
animal
come
from
the
forest
,
drawn
by
the
fire
.
He
was
a
thing
of
brush
and
liquid
eye
,
of
fur
and
muzzle
and
hoof
,
he
was
a
thing
of
horn
and
blood
that
would
smell
like
autumn
if
you
bled
it
out
on
the
ground
.
He
stood
a
long
long
time
,
listening
to
the
warm
crackle
of
the
flames
.
There
was
a
silence
gathered
all
about
that
fire
and
the
silence
was
in
the
men
's
faces
,
and
time
was
there
,
time
enough
to
sit
by
this
rusting
track
under
the
trees
,
and
look
at
the
world
and
turn
it
over
with
the
eyes
,
as
if
it
were
held
to
the
centre
of
the
bonfire
,
a
piece
of
steel
these
men
were
all
shaping
.
It
was
not
only
the
fire
that
was
different
.
It
was
the
silence
.
Montag
moved
toward
this
special
silence
that
was
concerned
with
all
of
the
world
.
And
then
the
voices
began
and
they
were
talking
,
and
he
could
hear
nothing
of
what
the
voices
said
,
but
the
sound
rose
and
fell
quietly
and
the
voices
were
turning
the
world
over
and
looking
at
it
;
the
voices
knew
the
land
and
the
trees
and
the
city
which
lay
down
the
track
by
the
river
.
The
voices
talked
of
everything
,
there
was
nothing
they
could
not
talk
about
,
he
knew
from
the
very
cadence
and
motion
and
continual
stir
of
curiosity
and
wonder
in
them
.
And
then
one
of
the
men
looked
up
and
saw
him
,
for
the
first
or
perhaps
the
seventh
time
,
and
a
voice
called
to
Montag
:
"
All
right
,
you
can
come
out
now
!
"
Montag
stepped
back
into
the
shadows
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
"
the
voice
said
.
"
You
're
welcome
here
.
"
Montag
walked
slowly
toward
the
fire
and
the
five
old
men
sitting
there
dressed
in
dark
blue
denim
pants
and
jackets
and
dark
blue
suits
.
He
did
not
know
what
to
say
to
them
.
